The cruel slaughter

We have tried our best,

To achieve independence in zest,

First the muslims

And then the Britishers

The arms length

The wavering strength

Awaiting only one and one goal

To achieve independance and live as a whole

Millions died for it

And now the terrorists sit

In the strength of public

Hoping that cruelty may be something paleolithic

Still many are dying

On the thresholds of strong people who are lying

Just in hope of a better tomorrow

We are still in sorrow

We morn over the death of people

Who have died because they were simple.